Completely off topic but on my first trip back to Brighton for three years I happened to park in Churchill Square. How bloody tight are those spaces?
Anyway, I was quite proud at how I managed to squeeze my car, within the parking lines, next to a K reg silver BMW with a seagull kit thing in the rear window.
On finishing my immaculate piece of parking the fat lump of lard owner returns to his bmw and starts complaining that he apparently only has two doors and that somehow my car, which was parked well within the lines, was impeding his access into his car. Well you obese tosser I managed to get out of my car quite easily without my door getting anywhere near your car and I'm not exactly small, does that tell you something.
I was so shocked at fatboys attitude that I yelled something at him and started wading towards him but the Mrs stopped me in my tracks.
I hope you are a member of this board and thanks fatboy for reminding me why I left the country in the first place.
That is all
Anyway, I was quite proud at how I managed to squeeze my car, within the parking lines, next to a K reg silver BMW with a seagull kit thing in the rear window.
On finishing my immaculate piece of parking the fat lump of lard owner returns to his bmw and starts complaining that he apparently only has two doors and that somehow my car, which was parked well within the lines, was impeding his access into his car. Well you obese tosser I managed to get out of my car quite easily without my door getting anywhere near your car and I'm not exactly small, does that tell you something.
I was so shocked at fatboys attitude that I yelled something at him and started wading towards him but the Mrs stopped me in my tracks.
I hope you are a member of this board and thanks fatboy for reminding me why I left the country in the first place.
That is all